Time to relax. I've got everything ready to throw in the oven tomorrow. I'll make the deviled eggs in the morning, because if I do them tonight, I will wake up tomorrow and they will be gone.

Then I'll have to ask "Who ate all the fucking deviled eggs?!" and all three of my beloved crotchfruit will then proceed to argue over which one of them ate more, how many were in there when they took one, and who they saw take the last one.

It's a whole production that I just don't have the energy for.